Lost in the Woods

I have never been here. If that’s a lake, nothing could survive there. The woods are so thick with brambles and briar patches I can hardly walk a straight line. There is fog coming in, but it isn’t from the lake. Where did the sun go down? There is no moon, no stars. What was that?

I wondered I heard someone following me. I’m gonna hide behind this tree to see who or what it is. Waiting, waiting. My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid it will give me away. Stop it. Maybe if I lay almost flat it will miss me. Quiet, be quiet.

I think it’s gone. I don’t hear anything. I have got to get out of these woods. Cannot go that way, that’s the lake. It will pull me in and I will drown. Maybe to my left, yes, I’ll try that way. Cannot go near the lake, instant death.

Cannot stop, that something will get me. I could almost hear it breathing. Why am I here, why does it want to kill me? Keep moving I have to discover somewhere to hide or some shelter. Maybe a cave or a thicket thick enough to hide me. What’s that? Looks like a shed, a large shed. Must try to make it there.

It’s the side of a house. It’s not big, but shelter. It looks empty. Must be careful, something is lurking around to get me. There’s one window and a door, nothing more. I can not tell if there is anyone in there. I have to take the chance. Open the door slowly, peek inside first. It looks safe. LET GO OF ME — TURN ME LOOSE — STOP IT — UGH!

Where the hell am I? Why am I tied to this table? How long have I been unconscious? Who are you? What do you want from me? What are you gonna do with that knife? Stop! Don’t! Why are you cutting my shirt off? Who the hell are you? NO, don’t do that, not my pants, stop it! Don’t cover my face, leave me alone, don’t do that! Don’t do — do — tha.

God, the room is pitch black, but there is a fragrance. I know it, but I can not remember it. Oh, wait, it’s lavender. Yes, lavender! It smells so sweet. There’s a candle. It’s coming closer, it is moving on its own power. Getting closer. I see a figure, in black, but I can not see a face. It’s standing next to me, putting the candle on a table. That table wasn’t there before. Or was it. Damn, I can not remember.

I’m tied to a table by my chest and there’s a binding on my head, I can not move it. There’s another leather strap across my stomach. My legs are tied down but spread aside. She is staring at me. Just staring.

It’s pushing the hood back. I see a white face — a mask. It’s unbuttoning the robe, it’s a woman, a woman that is stark white. She rips the mask off and throws it away. She has no expression. She has no color, her eyes are only black, and no pupils.

She’s grabbing my balls. Massaging them, rolling them in her fingers. I’m too scared to enjoy her massaging. She is still playing with my balls, but now, her other hand is wrapped around my cock. The smell of lavender is stronger. I am enjoying her gently pulling my balls and stroking my cock with her hand.

She is bending over me now. She is pulling my balls farther from me and has the skin of my cock pulled down to my pelvis. The head is sticking out and she is putting it into her mouth. Her lips on my cock head are hot, as is her breath on my stomach. She slides her mouth down my hard shaft, it feels very warm in her mouth.

Now she is licking my nipples. Her hands are still servicing my cock. But her licking feels odd. Her tongue is forked! Her black eyes look up at me as she is licking my nipples. Her grip around my balls tightens and her stroking is more rapid. I am trying not to cum. She stops and walks away. God, I’m dying.

When she returns, she wears black lipstick. A stark contrast to her white features. She gets on the table and straddles my face. Her scent is intoxicating, I am licking and sucking her pussy lips as a natural act, but not intended. She is sliding back and forth on my tongue, and I am tasting her juices. The taste is so sweet.

By the amount of juices from her, I guess she is having several small orgasms. She gets up, turns around, and sits on my face again. I have full access to her pussy and back door. Now she is getting her pussy licked and I am getting my cock sucked. She is an expert. I still try to refrain from having a climax. For some reason, I feel that if I cum, she will have no further use for me, and I will be dead.

Again, I taste more of the sweetness from her pussy, so I know she is having a climax. This time she is flooding my face and mouth with her nectar. When she finishes, she gets up and turns around. I see black eyes looking into mine. Her hot, wet opening engulfed my cock and she immediately starts to pump up and down on my throbbing cock. She is riding it hard and in no time, I feel her juices flowing down my shaft and drenching my balls. I heard a faint pant that I had not heard before.

She got off of my cock and sat back down on it. Only it was in her bottom. She was so hot and tight that I almost climaxed when she sat on it. She made sure her sphincter was at the base of my cock. I wanted to turn her over and slam it into her, but my bindings would not allow that.

She was riding me in her back door for all she was worth. Slamming her butt onto my pelvis with each downstroke. She got up, turned around to face me, and shoved me up her backside again with as much power as she could muster. She continued to slam down on my shaft and stared at me with her black eyes.

Then I saw her smile. She knew I was gonna climax whether I wanted to or not. She slid up and down my pulsating cock until it happened. I exploded into her with fury. Each stroke spewed more sperm into her tight hole. I slammed my cock into her tight hole as much as I could, I wanted to shoot all my sperm into her.

When I had nothing left, she got off of my cock and sucked the remaining sperm from it. She licked me dry and looked at me. Wiping her mouth, she hissed at me. As she walked away, I could see remnants of my encounter with her butt. I passed out.

When I came to, I was tied down in a hospital bed. I had a headache like Thor was hammering in my skull. I started to focus and saw a nurse, dressed in white with dark eye makeup. I must have recoiled at the sight because she started to comfort me. Then I looked at the other side of the bed.

“Mr. Winston, the doctor said, “You have a severe concussion and a badly bruised arm. You were thrashing around so much, we had to restrain you so you would not do further injury. You are medicated, so try to stay as calm as efficient.

I drifted into a medicated sleep.

Departed Soul